December 27, 2013

From Davao to El Nido, Ph. Part1. Nov - Dec 2013

You can see how crowdy Manila is...



Here is an old story, which Pete and I wrote, but I've not published yet, because my life has been quite the unexpected adventure this year... ughhh

We flew back to Davao the third week of November, 2013 to resume our life aboard Downtime after 4 busy months in the USA.  During our 4 months away we took around 23 flights and one helicopter ride, and we drove well over 10,000 miles. Both of us had traveled way too many miles, and needless to say we were ready to slow down and more than ready for some Downtime!




the view on Ocean View Marina
When we arrived back at Ocean View Marina on Samal Island which is just south of Davao we were welcomed back by our friends Donald and Carol who had been taking care of Downtime in our absence.  It was nice to come home to a freshly cleaned and polished boat waiting for us on the docks.  What was not so nice, was the fact that there was a lot of work to be done before we would be able to set sail.  The boat sat 6 inches higher in the water without her fuel tanks, anchor and chain, and empty food lockers, not to mention zero beer aboard!

Carol and Donald, who helped us a lot... thank you guys again!

view from Downtime
The next few days Pete spent rigging the fresh sails.  The main sail had been shipped off to Hyde Sails in Cebu to have a major overhaul since being torn in a few places on our way here and the brand new jib from Far East Sails was raised for the first time.  There was a big sigh of relief to see the work on both sails had been done properly and they fit perfectly.
The next big job was to install the stainless steel 100 gallon fuel tanks that had cracks welded while we were away.  Thankfully the crew at the marina did the heavy lifting and bought the 150 pound tanks down the dock and set them next to the boat. From there, Pete attached a halyard and maneuvered them into place with the electric winch onto Downtime.  With the fuel locker back in order, the next job was to get the 300 foot 800 pound piece of  freshly galvanized anchor chain back aboard.  The chain was way to heavy to carry or put in a single trolley so the guys came up with the idea of making a train,  putting a 100 feet in each trolley and with two guys on each they rolled it easily down the dock. Getting the chain on the boat was much easier, we simply parked the nose of the boat on the dock and fed the end of the chain through the windlass and pushed the button.

Next Pete asked for a volunteer to go up the mast  to replace a worn halyard and thankfully one guy stepped forward while all his co-workers watched him ascend 85 feet above the water to attach the new rope. The guys all walked away smiling sporting new Downtime tee shirts, and Pete thanked them for all their help.

The fuel tanks were installed but empty, and the next issue would be where to fill them?  Donald offered his services to haul the fuel on his motorcycle that has a sidecar attached 40 gallons at a time from town and he spent the next two days shuffling 5 gallon cans and filling the tanks with 250 gallons of fresh fuel.

When Pete was busy with all repairs, I did my own busy work cleaning the inside of the boat, sorting things out, making a sail plan for a season and putting provisions on the boat.

One morning Donald and Carol took me to local market and taught me how choose the freshest stuff and how store it as long as it possible. The tips from locals are the best!



deep fried eggs, local food on the market 
Carol was laughing at me when I was buying seaweeds and banana flowers, she said that it is food for poor people. And it was dirt cheap, one banana flower was around 20 cents, but not easy to cook unless you know how... so later those evening she did a master class for me! That was awesome and the food was delectable!!!
seaweeds from the market 
prawns and seaweed salad


banana flowers
banana flower with coconut milk, very tasty

One afternoon I learned how make perfect kimchi! I am addicted to spicy food! I found out that on the boat next to us there was a woman from Korea, so I asked her to show me authentic way to make it. By the end I had about a gallon of kimchi just for myself! Lovely!

The food lockers took about the same amount of effort to fill involving many trips across town to find the items we needed. I did most of them by myself, but couple of times Pete helped me.  One time we rented a car with the driver from our Marina and when I was checking out stuff in Abreeza Mall I had a message on the screen, which made me laugh for few minutes (see photo)...
Another day a fellow cruiser named Terry gave us a ride to S&R which is a small version of Costco and we filled the back of his truck with  cases of beverages and bags full of goodies.  On our way we stopped at Swiss Deli and stood with  mouths watering in front of many kinds of cheese and deli meats.  The girl who was helping us must have thought we were crazy while we stood there buying a little bit of everything.



The first thing we noticed when we got back to the Philippines that it is HOT in the tropics!  By mid day the temperatures would soar to the mid 90’s and air would be stifling then work would come to a grind.  We are lucky to have AC aboard and spent the hottest part of the day indoors.  Most afternoons it would rain and the humidity would soar. So one day I found our friend Gecko, he froze getting to close to the AC... Shit happens.


In some point Pete and I decided that we needed a break and we rented a bike from Donald for a day to see Samal Island. We drove all the way around the island. It looks small on the map, but it took us all day long. That was fun, especially for Pete, because it was his first Asian country. We stopped in few different places like a local market, a few view points, a little local restaurant for lunch and in beautiful resort for a drink on the other side of the island.



On our last Sunday at Marina Terry took us to one nice restaurant in the middle of the island, run by Swedish man. There was just one table, and the owner was eating with us... very cool place!
Terry and his girls
After 10 days of hard work and exploring we were ready to sail and finally left the harbor late on a Thursday afternoon to prevent the curse of bad luck from leaving on a Friday, a curse every sailor knows to be true.  I am not sure about all that, because our run of bad luck started anyways….

It all started with me showing up a bit late from my very last adventure on the island, going to see the eagles at the bird sanctuary. That was a really cool place, worth seeing if you are in Davao by chance. But it is quite a ride, so better to have all day to fully enjoy.

With a late start we had to rush to get to the first anchorage before dark which turned out to be a difficult one to anchor at.  We got up early only to find the windlass motor was sounding funny and pulling up the chain very slowly the next morning but luckily I did the job of slowly getting the anchor  back aboard.







We had 60 miles of motoring to do down Davao Gulf and Pete thought we could simply buy some fish from one of the many  local fishermen along the way, but every fishing boat we pulled up to and asked held up their hands saying, “No fish”.  The one boat that did have a few small fish came charging up behind us and was way too excited seeing a sexy blonde Russian girl handing them the bucket to put the fish in and rammed their bow into our stern rail and damn near knocked our bar-B-Q off the rail and into the ocean.  We traded the 3 guys 10 small fish  for 3 tee shirts and they were very happy with the trade, all except for the Captain who did not get one…I simply pointed to the rail and said “drive better next time!”  The next few hours Pete spent repairing the rail and scrubbing orange paint from the collision of it.  All this excitement over a few small skipjack tunas, a fish neither of us really care for and would wind up giving away down the road…..
As we rounded the southern corner of Cape San Agustin and turned north we encountered the famous northerly current that flows 2 to 3 knots down the coast.  It was frustrating to have the motors on and  to see  only 3 to 4 knots of progress being made when we should be doing 7, we were definitely going uphill with the wheels spinning!   To add further insult to injury, the winds that were predicted to blow from the South, were still coming steadily out of the North.  Maybe leaving on a  Friday would not have been so bad after all!

















The perfect ending of the perfect day is the perfect sunset and the perfect dinner. So steaks for dinner, 2 for me and 1 for Pete, guess who is on diet? and who is working hard? lol



The next day it was dead calm, so we had to motor to Cebu. And it also meant, that I couldn't use any power... dryer or tortilla maker... call me Daria Maria Gonzalez.











The little village next door to Marina



After the first hundred or so miles we noticed a few more things that were not working aboard Downtime, mainly electrical, so we set our course for Cebu, the third largest city in the Philippines to get them repaired. Cebu is not the best city to be in, because it is very polluted, dirty and has a lot of crime. We anchored in front of Cebu Yahct Club, but were trying to not leave the boat together often... 
The anchor windlass motor was making awful noises, and by this time it was turning about half as fast as it should have while pulling up the anchor.  The radar was out along with the AIS system both pieces of equipment that we use to see ship traffic in bad weather.

We brought the windlass motor to a shop along with a burned up alternator to be repaired.  This little shop was located downtown on a small crowded street and was about half the size of a one car garage.  Parts and pieces were laying everywhere and the guy was sitting on a stool working on a little table repairing motors with filthy black grease soaked hands.  He looked at our damaged items and said no-problem I can fix that, come back in a few days.  Amazingly when we came back the work, it was done and Pete paid $75 each for the repairs.  Pete was frustrated when he put the windlass motor back on to find it working no better than before, so he took it back to the shop for a little warranty work.

Meanwhile Pete ordered a new windlass motor  from Australia through Broadwater Marine and had them overnight it DHL. 6 nights later it finally showed up, but no sooner than the much less expensive non-priority mail would have been.  The good news was that the warranty work on the old motor was done, and when Pete put it back on with new bearings that were supposed to be put in the first time it sounded like new and was working fine.  Now we have another $850 worth of spare parts in the locker.

Next Pete called a radar electrician at Maverick Enterprises, and for $75 US or $3000 peso’s (which seems the going rate to fix anything?) we could get the unit repaired flat rate plus parts of course.  The technician who came out was an expert and had the radar fixed within a few hours.  Then a few days later after giving up hope on repairing my old AIS unit he came back out and installed a new Icom AIS spending 5 hours installing and programming it for the same price as Pete would have paid for a AIS unit alone in the states!

With all the electrical issues fixed we made our last provisioning trips and topped of Downtime with fuel at the Cebu Yacht Club before sailing north towards Boracay Island 200 miles NW.  It was too shallow next to the fuel pumps in the tiny marina so they had Downtime dock near the entrance and unwound the longest fuel hose we had ever seen. Some 600 feet of hose was wrapped around the marina and to the dock Downtime was tied to.  Pete gave the thumbs up to the operator a football field away when had the nozzle securely in place hoping the 150 gallons he ordered would fit into the tanks.

We set sail to Boracay, where Pete could enjoy kiting, but with a couple of stops, to break up our passage.  The wind was always blowing the wrong direction, so it didn't really matter where we decided to sail... kind of weird... For the first night we anchored near Pacijan Island and for second near Kalanggaman island, which was very beautiful, even after was damaged by the last hurricane...


kalanggaman island














The next anchorage was on Malapascue Island. I wanted to spend few days there, do some dives and explore, but Pete could only think about kiting. Like a child, I want ice-cream NOW! lol

On our way we had to stay a few miles offshore to avoid snagging our lures on the countless fishing nets along the way.  I had not seen so much fishing activity along a shoreline since Equator 3 years ago.  This must surely be the reason for our bad luck fishing.  During our last leg we saw the most beautiful sunset ever... I was jumping on the net with different cameras and could not get enough, Pete was quietly reading his book...





Live your dream,
Daria Friday

PS: you can find more pics with my comments in Album From Davao to Philippines, 2013 , just click on the name, or find it on the right side of the text.

December 15, 2013

New album From Davao to Borocay, Nov-Dec 2013

Finally I made it! 


Yep, took quite a while... I flew to Davao exactly a year ago... 
But I did travel a lot and spontaneously this year,  I have been to Europe 4 times, once to Asia and once to Pacific, 2 times in USA and now in Caribbean... and the year not over yet... 
So enjoy the pictures and the comments! 
and live your dream,
Daria Friday
Pics from Boracay and El Nido, Philippines are coming soon...

September 15, 2013

Part 4, California, the journey continues west

We left Tahoe and headed west, at least that was out intention.  In reality the road initially headed south along the lakefront and then went up and along the ridge of some of the narrowest and winding roads I have driven the Rambler on.  At one point we had to back up and make a two point turn to get around one really tight corner. The road continued another 20 miles south with more twists and turns.  One plus from taking the long way out was that the view of the lake was amazing!
Finally after way to many twisted miles we were back on the highway and in the groove of burning diesel and putting the miles behind us.  Our next destination was Napa Valley and then on to San Francisco.  We had been driving for most of the day in the rain and he sun was setting. When we just want to put miles behind us this is about the time we start looking for a Wal-Mart to pullover and spend the night.  Wal-Mart is great about letting RV's camp in their parking lot at most locations and it saves the hassle of finding a campground and secondly because you always need something from Wal-Mart right? 
It was still raining, so we went to cinema and when Daria checked in on Facebook via Foursquare after the movie she told me that an old grade school friend of mine Jennifer had seen her on there and had sent here a message that she lives just 10 minutes away!  What an amazing coincidence!  To top it off that it was Jennifer's birthday and she wanted to know if we had time to get together with her and her husband Gary for dinner.  Well that was a silly question!  When things as amazing as old school friend show up by surprise and have a special occasion to celebrate to boot, of course we have time!
A few hours later we were sitting across from each other for the first time in over 25 years celebrating her birthday with her husband and reminiscing old times.  Isn't technology amazing? 
After many miles of open road the conditions began to get tighter and busier when we pulled into the small town of Napa Valley.  Then things got really crazy when we followed the visitor center signs all the way into downtown and ultimately wound up on a dead end road!  Great here we are 65 feet long with lots of traffic at lunch time rush hour with no place to turn around. It did not matter where I moved I was being honked at from blocking one driveway or another,  Finally one good Samaritan stopped and got out of his car and stopped traffic while I backed up and made the turn back to freedom.  In the meanwhile Daria was in the tourist center taking her sweet time getting all the information we needed to have a great week in Napa.  I simply pulled up in front of the information center double parked with my flashers on waiting patiently dodging F-bombs and fingers but while they gave me one finger I just returned two, the peace sign and smiled!.  One guy thought he was actually smart enough to tell me that I could not double park there? Well apparently he was wrong because I indeed had the parking brake on and was in neutral and obviously parked.  Sorry, but when you are un-towable, 25 tons and 65 feet long you can park where ever you want!  
Our next mission was to actually find a place to park where we could legally leave the bus for a few days and not worry about it.  We headed to the old side of town and found a furniture store with a big empty parking lot and just by chance the owner was driving by when I flagged him down and asked if it would be a problem to park there a few days.  We chatted a while and swapped stories and he was very nice and let us park there for free and latter even brought us a friendship loaf of bread.  He was one of the few people I had ever met from the Middle East and was one of the nicest people I had met in Napa!  

After we parked we unloaded the bike and went back downtown and had lunch in Daria's favorite Japanese chain, Morimoto… I was happy to, they had an awesome beer selection there!









Daria had made reservations at Hotel Yountville and we packed a few bags and hopped on the BMW and rode up the valley 30 miles to the Hotel.  It was nice to be out of the bus and have room to take a bath and relax is what Daria was thinking but me as the lifelong camper was having a hard time shelling out $500 a night when there was a perfectly good bed back home in the Rambler.  But we do what we have to do in life I guess…..  The hotel turned out to be amazing and located right in the middle of the best wineries Napa Valley has to offer in Yountville.





Daria did first pick, it was beautiful vineyard Artesa, but wine was just ok.



Next turn was mine. I decided just drive bike to first place, which I'll like. Bad idea. It turned to be some fancy swanky place that told us that a tasting would be $30 for one wine! (The name of the wine was Opus One, they've got just one wine*) Well this cowboy has rarely even spent $30 on a whole bottle and a taste for $30 was just redonkulous!  So back on the bike we went heading north to greener pastures and more reasonable wine!
The bike was the perfect way to get around and we had amazing weather to ride in.  We visited 7 or 8 really nice places including the Castle and one of my favorite Robert Mondovi Winery and then Daria's favorite Mum and took a tour on how they make sparkling wine. You could spend a week here and not see all the wineries but after three quick days we did our best to at least see the valley and enjoy what it had to offer.  Napa is like an adult Disneyland with lots of excellent restaurants and places to see.
Thankfully our hotel gave us 20 vouchers for free tasting and also 20 half price offers.  So actually the price of the hotel was not so bad, you just had to drink a lot of wine! 













We continued our trip west to San Francisco but instead of taking the bus into the city we decided to just repack our bags and take the bike. 

We took the long way to the city and went north through Petaluma and through the rolling country side that had the remains of the small dairy farms that looked to be struggling through another drought.  It was so hot, dry and dusty with pastures brown and struggling to survive.  The temperature dropped quickly as we approached the coast from the mid 90's to the low 70's within minutes as we turned onto Hwy 1.  We continued north rode into a small sea side village and stopped at a small fish market for lunch.  We enjoyed fresh fish and oysters and washed them down with a few tasty micro brews.
After lunch we turned back around and the road wound its way south along the coast and the weather and views were fantastic.  A small farmers market lured us in to buy fresh fruits to snack on along the way. Finally after a few hours of scenic road the city appeared on the horizon and we crossed one of the Seven Wonders of the World, the Golden Gate Bridge.  While driving across it is hard to imagine that man could build something this huge.  The view of the city from the bridge in itself is amazing and then you have these massive 300 foot towers supporting giant cables that hold the whole bridge up!  Simply breathtaking!
We found our room downtown after a near death experience of sliding sideways with both tires locked up through and intersection because I missed a red light. City driving in SF is like driving in LA traffic with pedestrians and bicycles!   Rattled from the city driving we checked into our room and hit the streets in search of a place to eat and relax on foot!





Just a short walk from our hotel was Hakkasan Restaurant and we had an great time there enjoying food and drinks I had never even seen before!











Later we found out to our surprise the Americas Cup sail boat race was in town!  What a treat here we are sailors and by chance hit town the day the races start!  In the morning we had a quick breakfast at famous SF market…. and


 And we were off to buy tickets and watch the first of the series of races that would take place in the next several weeks.  We found a crowded place on the finish line to see the race and were able to see just what these boats were capable of.  It is hard to imagine a sail boat hitting 50 mph but here they were rising up on their hydrofoils and screaming across the water!  


Sailing has come a long way from the first cup races and now it is piles of money and technology rather than skill that decides the winners.  These machines are single purpose engineering marvels and designed to sail in winds 15-20 knots anything more would topple them in no time.  The USA lost the first few challenges but replaced a faulty electronic gyro that controlled the boats pitch while on the foils and wound up winning the last several races by a big margin.

Later this afternoon we took a tour bus and saw all sightseeings, it was a lot of fun!



















Back in the RV we took the 101 south with Hearst Castle as our next destination. On our way we stopped for lunch in Monterey Marina and did quick mototour around. 



The castle is on Hwy 1 and about half way there we saw a small grey line on the map that would take us across to the coast and back on Hwy 1, a kind of short cut!  Two hours later we were wondering how it was possible to make a 40 mile long road this crooked and narrow as we slowly progressed through the mountains that run along the coast of California!  The road curved through beautiful valleys filled with oak trees and we saw at least 20 deer on our way across the mountain range.



The so called shortcut would have been a blast on the bike but in the RV it was torture! There were a few turns that I had doubts we were even going to make, scraping things I hoped were not important on the underside of the bus as we struggled around them all the time hoping the road would not get any worse!  Finally just after dark we made it to the top of the pass and found a place to pull over and give my tense nerves a break and went to bed.  In the morning we woke to a majestic view of the Pacific Ocean covered in a blanket of clouds 3000 feet below us.  Another tedious hour driving down the twisted road and we were finally on Hwy 1 and just an hour away from the castle. 
On the coast just before San Simon there was an Elephant Seal refuge with hundreds of these stinky monsters noisily sunning on the beach.  These are BIG seals weighing upwards of 900 pounds and 10 feet long each one eating who knows how many pounds of fish each day to maintain their layer of blubber.  With no natural predators left after we wiped out their main concern the Great White sharks years ago the population is exploding and causing economic grief for the local fishing fleets.




















This believe it or not was my third time to Hearst Castle and would be the first time I would finally take the tour.  The times before I arrived when tours were sold out or times were just not convenient.  You need to buy tickets well in advance in the summer or be patient and flexible.   With tickets in hand you wait at the bus station for a narrated trip 2000 feet ride up the hill to the Castle.  I will not go into detail about the castle but will just say that this is one of those places where money and dreams came together and created an amazing collection of ideas and architecture.  The castle was never actually completed or even lived in for that matter; rather it was more of a party gathering place for the rich and famous movie stars of the 40's and 50's.





















Back in the bus we had the wedding of my oldest son to get to in So. Cal. and motored that direction. With a few extra days to burn we called up some old friends and family in the central valley and announced we would be in town. 
We arrived in Visalia and parked the bus in the driveway of my cousin Jake and Terry's house on their farm and used it as a base camp to meet friends and family for the next few days.  Jake gave me a tour around his dairy and farm and I have to say that I never in my life seen corn grow as tall as it does there, over 12 feet with ears 6 feet off the ground! 





Jake is into adventure dirt bike riding and has a couple of Husaburg 690's in the garage. These dirt bikes are amazing machines with 80 something horsepower and made to go FAST!   We took them for a ride one day down a wash that Jake had been down hundreds of times and I held on for dear life going as fast as possible along the brand new trail.  There was no way I was falling off holding on that tight but even good riders get caught by surprise and an hour later I was shaking dirt out of my helmet and shirt!  This was my test ride, so Jake could see if this sailor was up to the 3 day 500 mile ride he had planned in Vegas next month. I made the cut and will tell that story later.
It was great to have dinner with so many friends and family and to spend time with all of them after way too many years had passed.  
A few hundred more miles south put us in So. Cal the day before my oldest son got married.  I hoped my tux would fit as we got dressed for the occasion and the weekend went off without any problems. 


 One last stop in California put us back in my old hometown where we parked the bus in my lifelong friends Tony and Gina's back yard.  The reunions continued with another bar-b-q and more old friends taking their time to come say hello. I lightened the load in the trailer going home and left the Polaris Ranger to live the rest of his life with Tony behind the wheel, enjoy it guys!
Sunday morning Daria hitched a ride to LAX for a trip home to Russia with the honey moon couple who were off to Hawaii.
It had been a busy few months and I took my time driving the 1200 miles back to Kansas to put this amazing machine, "The Rambler" back in the storage shed where she will wait who knows how long for the next land adventure sometime in the future?
Looking back at all the friends we make in life and the roads that bring us back together, we all go our own way in life but keep that special place in our hearts for the special few we call friends.  Great to see all of you again and I promise it will not be 20 years until next time we meet!
The adventure continues in our next story, we head east to see yet more friends!

live your dream Daria (@Daria_Friday)